.paskavarasto.

by every metric i am doing better than ever before but also. my standards keep getting higher and i am greedy for an even better life

SON MISTAKE: In teaching my cat son boy the command "out"- intended to mean, "emerge from the enclosed space"- I have unwittingly trained him to understand that if I open a box, cupboard, cabinet, or fridge in his presence, he need only rush inside and stay there, firmly planted with his wide wet baby eyes, and he will surely be granted the opportunity to earn a delightful little treat

I love sitting down in the evening and trying to decide what activity I should do to unwind and then realizing an hour later that I have neither done an activity nor unwound

“what do you listen to?” music. “what kind of music?” the kind that gets my dick hard what the fuck are these questions

you have to let yourself be a weird woman or you will not survive

that wave of sadness creeping up on you out of nowhere is always such a weird feeling. like you can practically feel it resting itself on your shoulders

eating pastries is so humiliating cause you'll be having the time of your life having it and then when you're finished you look down and you're covered in flakes and sugardust like fuuuck now everyone is going to know i'm a messy pastry whore

i, a woman, am lonely too. where's my fucking epidemic

Been lonely my whole life and never killed anyone about it

Exhibit 2795